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yaaaassssss yas a full written chapter

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Phil's POV

PJ was still sleeping when I finished talking to Dan. I really enjoy our chats but he doesn't seem to appreciate them. It's hard to feel constantly happy.

You know, like people without depression do.

I got up, slowly making my way to the bathroom to take my pills against this demon that tainted my life early in this Earth.

"You still need medicines for it? I thought you had everything under control" a voice ringed through my ears

"Yes I do"

"My head is aching. Don't you have anything for headaches?" He asked.

I didn't bothered to answer, picking up the red bottle I constantly used after parties, popping off the lid and letting one fall into PJ's hand. He mumbled a thank you and walked away.

The rest of the bottles had an appealing vibe to them, to just take all their content and become numb. Of course I wouldn't take them. At least today.

I shaked those thoughts out of my head and quickly took my pills, walking to the kitchen, to make a delicious bowl of cereal.

"Is Dan finally giving up and flirting back with you? Or does he keep being the idiot he is?" A dry chuckle followed that sentence " I do think you guys look cute together"

"He's a pretty face, that's what's mostly appealing. He sounds bratty. I hate brats"

"Yeah but you'd fuck them all in high school, you idiot"

We stared at eachother and bursted into laughter, knocking down my bowl in the process, laughing even more after that event. I cherish these moments with PJ.

"Fuck off dude, you're the worst!"

"You love me don't lie!" He added, losing his breath.

I stopped before almost passing out on the floor from laughing too hard.

"Ah, I have to go man. If you need something just ring me" PJ said, getting up and picking up his keys before leaving.

"Cmon it's 3pm! Wait! What about your clothes and shit?"

"Next time I come here I won't need to bring anythiiing boi"

After the door slam, silence filled the room. As usual. Being alone is hard. I wished Dan was here to make me laugh out of his awkwardness.

How is he doing?

I hope he is fine.

Let's go bother him!

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